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PoetrySpying on My Beloved Ghosts
The wood of the old farmhouse still crumbles, paint powdery and chipped. I pick at a flake with my fingernail float from room to…
PoetryLivestreaming My Own Suicide
It's quiet in the yard. Gray-green leaves barely rustle. Sun is out: I need to get off this couch. I was in Tangiers where…
PoetryYou came to me upon the weakness of a rose petal
there is nothing in the night even the moon is probably missing I haven’t bothered to look I remember when you said can you…
PoetryDays
let yesterday go for she’s an imposter- eager to steal today a rose etched thief who silently, beckons ………………………….. and do not wait for…
PoetrySelections from “poems from the deck”
Youth I keep sitting on the deck trying to feel how I used to when I was younger it was a vibrancy a confidence…
PoetryNeon Neck
She must have thought I was bringing up some blingy new couture. I had just told her there had been another one this time…
PoetryThe band of St Carmen’s holy church Santa Cruz
are at it again in the street they practice twice a week on a Tuesday and Thursday more in the periods before the local…
PoetryIkebana
When I withhold desire to sate the empty vase is when I saunter through the garden a virtual arrangement of flora on feet on…
Poetrythe mike pence school of gay conversion therapy
elevators are dangerous they’re to be avoided conference rooms, even more so scurry frantic, away on all fours from under hard-wood desks: too much…
PoetryI want to hug
all the poets I’ve met at a safe distance on the Internet after years of carefully cultivating meaningful introverted long-distance friendships with kindred unquenchable…
LettersLetter to Lou McKee
Dear Lou, How long have you been dead now? Almost 10 years. You were supposed to mentor me longer, ya know. I don't know…
PoetryMisanthropy In F U Minor
Is it just me or is it getting crazier out there? Gather up your precious stones and get ready to hurl them yes assume…